Text\Chen Chengjia
Mom, I was barefoot under the tree trunk today, unable to hold a grain of grain with both hands
March passed, and a wild ghost woke up in the dark
The sunset is strong today, and my heart is as heavy as a mountain
Today in the wild, except for a few birds, there is only clear smoke.
My soul is heavy.
My mood is drifting with the wind like stagnant water.
Mom, I am barefoot today, with only a few tears left.
Introduction: This song The poem was written when I was depressed. At that time, my money was stolen and I had no money left. I stood under the tree, naked at my feet. I couldn't even afford bread at that time. It was just after March when I encountered a dark ghostly hand attacking me. That ghostly hand stole my money. The ghost asked me to I was in a very uncomfortable mood. Under the strong sunset, it made my heart even more uncomfortable. It was like a big mountain weighing me down and I couldn't breathe. At that time, my body was as clean as the green smoke in the wild. My soul was heavy, and my mood was like a pool of stagnant water drifting with the wind. When I remembered that my mother’s money was also here, my eyes immediately turned red. I was helpless and could only shed a few tears.
